Crow's Point

Hill Giant Justice

Session 24

Sheltered from the freezing winds, the party makes camp under a rocky outcropping high up in the snow covered mountains. The party informs Onjon that they’ve settled on a name for their group, ‘Destinies Five’ (the fifth member being Tortette of course). Onjon tells the party he may have to revise the epic song he’s been crafting, as he’s currently been using ‘Heroes of Destiny’. Nonetheless, Onjon offers to share what he has so far:

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Come gather round and hear the tale of the Heroes of Destiny
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Fighters for freedom they brought an end to Lord Markum’s tyranny
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They braved the dark of the Ben Duragh and pierced the heart of a dream
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Found a tortle, and brought back a mortal, as true love wished it to be
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as true love wished it to be
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In Gatetown they found an army of demons, brought ruin to peoples there
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But the Heroes feared not for dretches and slaad, and beyond its walls they dared
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Though captured and split, they fought their way through to the warlock Tirinil
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Kept marilith bound, cut warlock down, with a head-splitting, righteous kill
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With a head-splitting, righteous kill
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The strange rakshasa were vicious beasts of spells and claws and teeth
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Untouched by magic they spelled certain death for any that they would meet
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Still they were slain by the Cat Slayer blade and sent to an early grave
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The heroes prevailed, as all sometimes do, being lucky as they were brave
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As lucky as they were brave

The party enjoys the ballad very much, and Tharg in particular is entranced by the ‘pretty noise’. Swashy, however, insists the line about being ‘lucky’ will need to be removed, as the party’s victories have all been hard-won on skill alone – luck had nothing to do with it.

Later that night, the Eyes of Gam’Sheth alert Barlongren to a strange magical presence it senses in the area. Once the barbarian calls the rest of the party’s attention to it, Myx and Cham realize that there is a magical sensor in their camp, meaning someone is currently scrying on the party. The party shouts various threats at the unknown observer, but have no way of determining who is watching them. After a few minutes, the scrying ends and the party is left in peace.

The next day, the party is hiking along a narrow mountain pass when they are attacked by a pack of yetis. The creatures burst out of a snowy bank and catch the party by surprise. One of the beasts grabs Tortette and runs off with her. Swashy pursues while the rest of the party takes care of the yetis. The swashbuckler tracks the yeti through another snow bank and emerges into a dark cave complex. Following the sounds of the fleeing yeti, she finds a large cavern where a number of the creatures seem to present Tortette’s unconscious form as an offering. They hoot and yell in excitement until a remorhaz, a massive scaled ice worm, emerges from the depths of the cavern. It approaches Tortette hungrily.

Swashy uses her Slippers of Spider Climbing and silently creeps along the cavern’s ceiling. She gets into position just as the remorhaz lunges toward Tortette with its jaws agape. The rogue lands on the worm’s head, delivering a devastating backstab attack that nearly kills the massive creature in one blow. Unfortunately, it’s not quite enough, and the ice worm writhes about, turning to attack Swashy. In one gulp, the monster swallows Swashy whole. The rogue finds herself in the belly of the creature where she feels a massive heat building up within the remorhaz’s body. Swashy fears she only has seconds to live before she is incinerated.

Fortunately, the rest of the party is close on Swashy’s heels and arrives in the cavern. Barlongren moves between Tortette’s unconscious form and the giant worm. The remorhaz is severely wounded from Swashy’s attack, and between Barlongren’s axe and a Magic Missile from Myx, the creature is felled in moments. Myx incinerates most of the yetis with a fireball, and Cham and Tharg finish off the few survivors.

Hearing muffled cries from the remorhaz’s gullet, Barlongren cuts Swashy out while Cham checks on Tortette. Fortunately, the rogue and the tortle have both survived, and the party makes camp in the large spacious cavern to recover from their wounds. They spend two days recuperating in the caves and riding out a blinding snowstorm. Cham continues to use his divine magic to protect the party from the biting cold that pervades the mountains, even inside the cavern.

When they leave on the morning of the third day, Tharg is met by a boulder hurtling into his chest. The party sees three frost giants, which Tharg calls ‘ice giants’, set up behind a snow bank about 100 yards out from the mouth of the cave. The party is surprised to hear the frost giants speak an ancient dialect of common, as the hulking creatures call out taunts to the group from their defensive position. “’Tis a fine morning! Come out hill giant! Smash head against boulders and find intelligence improved!” Another calls out, “Aye, or simply leave body in cave, but present forth head as target! Thus keep warm and find a quicker death!” The other frost giants chuckle with booming laughter at these barbs.

Their laughter is cut short when, from the safety of the cave, Myx sends a fireball streaking into their midst. The lead giant calls out “Bah! A magic-user! Very well then, seek greater sport, and be rewarded in blood!” The giants break into a run with their axes raised. Unfortunately, it takes them some time to cover the ground from their position to the cave mouth. Myx continues to rain down fireballs as they approach, and raises a Wall of Fire in the cave entrance just as they arrive. The magical onslaught is too much, and two of the giants are incinerated in the magical flames. The last giant thinks better of this sport, and turns to flee, but in his injured state he is unable to outrun the party.

Lying in the snow, he turns and pleads to the party, “Wait! Stay hand! Name price and I would barter life.” Tharg raises his club to smash the remaining life out of the giant, but Barlongren asks to hear him out. Cham tells the giant the party is looking for a fallen star that landed in the mountains. Up close it would look like a strange precious metal. The giant says he has not heard of such an item, but knows where the party should look. He asks if the party will let him go free in return for the information.

Barlongren turns to Tharg and tells the hill giant it is his call to make, as he knows how much Tharg wants vengeance on the ice giants for killing his tribe. The hill giant shrugs and says, “If it help new tribe, let ice giant talk.”

The frost giant nods and says, “Jarl Haddicus names himself king of frost giants. If such a treasure as you speak of were to fall into lesser hands, Haddicus would surely claim desired item for personal collection.” The giant tells the party that Haddicus can be found in an ice castle two days journey to the north, and provides detailed directions on how to reach it.

Barlongren says, “I am surprised you would turn on your own king.”

The frost giant laughs, saying, “Foolish notions of morals and honor do not weigh glorious giants as they do silly little people.” Barlongren shrugs and tells the giant he is free to go, as they agreed.

As the frost giant begins to stand, Tharg brings his club down on the creature’s head, smattering the giant’s brains onto the snow. The party looks at Tharg in surprise and the hill giant shrugs, saying “Giants not care about honor and stuff.” The group can’t really complain about the world having one less frost giant in it. They are a tad surprised by Tharg’s brutish disregard for the party’s promised word, but they know hill giants are notoriously evil creatures. They’re just thankful Tharg’s in their ‘tribe’ now.

The group presses onward, and is ambushed by another pack of four frost giants as they pick their way through a narrow ravine. Two giants block the path ahead, while two more appear on the edges of the ravine above to rain boulders down on the party. Swashy uses her Ring of Water Elemental Command to stretch a wall of ice across the ravine above the party’s heads. This blocks the boulders from above while the party hammers away at the frost giants in the ravine with them. Refusing to be foiled, the giants above eventually leap down into the ravine, crashing through the wall of ice to join the melee.

However, the other frost giants are already near death, having been scorched by a fireball from Myx. After finishing them off, the party turns its attention to the two new arrivals. Cham’s giant slayer khopesh eagerly bites into his enemies, and the ravine is soon littered with the corpses of four frost giants. Tharg praises his new tribe again – he is beyond thrilled to get the chance to kill so many ice giants and can’t thank the party enough for the amazing opportunity they have given him.

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